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russellius · 1 year ago
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what's an appropriate way to say thank you to a coworker who brought you a sample of the cologne your blorbo is [most probably] using????????????
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it's a super interesting scent btw!!! from the bottle it's very lemony, a lot of cypress, pine(?), and off the bat it almost smelled a bit like honey on my skin?? there is a lot going on in it, and at first it seemed sweet, but once it calms down, most of this early sweetness is gone (there is still a tiny bit that lingers though, which is really nice), and the bitter, fresh parts with the sea vibes take over. it's very elegant, clean, yet unique. there is a vibrant streak to it, but it smells old school, like a classic. after about an hour it got deeper on me, and more spice appeared, which was very lovely. it also has a very prominent layer of that usual masculine scent most male fragrances have, while still being airy, so it's not that in your face feeling, but the one that really draws you in instead. overall the mediterranean description is spot on. a massive W in my eyes
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aroaceleovaldez · 1 month ago
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apparently pjotv twt was being weird about book!Percy's eyes being green because they don't think the ocean can be green (???) so consider this a sequel to my Grace siblings eye colors post and here is some visual references of green water for all your Percy inspo needs:
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And for reference, the water around New York-ish where Percy is usually is somewhere around this color:
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or some alternatives:
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or here is a nice hazel green if you want his eyes more on the brown side, which is very common in freshwater ponds and streams:
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or if you want him to have totally brown eyes - water rich in tannins will appear brown, greenish-brown, or very dark brown - this is sometimes called "blackwater" due to often appearing very dark or having low visibility:
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#pjo#percy jackson#riordanverse#i am eternally amused by old pjo fandom's tendency to interpret ''sea-green'' as ''tropical seas / neon aqua''#mostly just cause as someone who grew up around boats when i think of ''sea-green'' i have a very particular color in mind#and its that kind of murky desaturated green#like sometimes ur at the docks and are just shoving your hand into low visibility green water to catch jellyfish yknow#thats the vibe. thats what i think of whenever i hear ''sea-green''#reach into your local harbor and you may find a friend and a boy (jellyfish)#and i respect not everybody is as familiar with the ocean but ''Percy's eyes being blue is *better* because the ocean is blue not green!''#is. just a ridiculous statement to me.#like. just. first and foremost. claiming blue eyes are ''better'' and the implications in that (bleugh)#secondly - claiming that ''the ocean isnt GREEN'' is just. well you're just wrong so jot that down#it is in fact not uncommon for the ocean to be green. this is very normal actually#the ocean not always being blue does not feel like particularly groundbreaking news????#like gonna be real my guy usually the ocean is actually pretty. idk. greyish.#especially if its not actively a very sunny day in the summer#cause a lot of the time if the water is just reflecting the sky and is not being particularly affected by whatever is actually in the water#then. well. the sky is usually greyish! on your average day the sky is usually kinda grey! it usually only gets really blue when its sunny#but usually water has. yknow. stuff in it. a lot of the time algae and such. so it ends up murkier/greenish#anyways this has been: AALV's oddly specific nitpicking about Percy's eye color
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fruityumbrella · 4 months ago
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one piece is set in a nautical world with presumably nautical idioms and exclamations to match, right, like swearing by the sea rather than on a god etc. to wit, there's five seas (the four blues + the grand line) so we can assume when you're feeling particularly dramatic, you might refer to all those vast oceans to get your hyperbolic point across.
keeping that in mind, lets live in a stupidly romantic corny ass world for a moment ok? take my hand.
"I swear on all six seas, if you don't shut the fuck up right now—"
"What?" Sanji looks at him like he's stupid. Nothing new, really.
"Ha, even you're going deaf having to listen to your own annoying ass whining all the time, Cook. I was—"
"No, you—"
"Don't interrupt me! Oi!" he yelps as a wooden spoon bounces harmlessly off his shoulder. He's not impressed that Sanji manages to catch it before it hits the counter.
"You said six seas," Sanji states.
Zoro stares back in lieu of an answer.
"Huh, maybe this has something to do with why you're always lost. There's only five seas, dummy."
And ah, now he gets what the idiot cook is on about. He's surprised and a little disappointed, honestly. You'd think the guy would be a little more aware about his own fucking dream, but whatever. He's got that annoying smile, smug and cocky like he's oh so much better than Zoro.
"Would you like me to count them out for you? I know it's a big number, it's probably confusing for a simple creature like you."
Zoro crosses his arms in clear warning, something the cook, as always, blatantly ignores. He's leaning on the counter that's between them now, eyes sparkling with glee. Idiot. Zoro's thoughts do not have a fond tone to them. Thoughts don't have tones at all, thank you very much.
Sanji lifts a hand and proceeds to count off on his fingers with the precision of a drill sergeant.
"I'm sure you at least know our ocean, the East Blue. There's also the West Blue, North Blue, South Blue, and of course the Grand Line," he wiggles all his fingers as he puts his thumb up for the last one like he's emulating fireworks.
Zoro snorts indelicately. "And?"
Sanji frowns with a tilt of his head.
"And?"
Zoro holds up his index finger.
"And," he says, stifling his amusement as Sanji goes cross eyed trying to follow said finger as it arcs towards him, "your All Blue. Dummy."
He punctuates the last word by poking Sanji in the forehead, snickering when he sputters and swats the digit away in a huff. Then Zoro's words finally sink in, and he straightens up almost too fast. It's not endearing at all.
"Wait," he says quietly, "you count it?"
Zoro doesn't like how Sanji's looking at him with an open expression he's not usually allowed. He looks earnest and sincere. Zoro feels suddenly out of his depth.
"Don't you?" he deflects uncomfortably.
"Well yeah, but that's different. You're—" he shrugs half heartedly and looks away. Zoro can't tell if the end of that sentence was going to disparage him or the cook. Odds are likely split down the middle. Sanji keeps looking at him, and he feels pinned. The bright look is gone, replaced by something more reserved but perhaps...searching? Considering, at the least. It's making him increasingly self conscious. He needs to get out of here.
"Okay. I'm gonna steal some alcohol now," he says shortly, striding to the cabinet and swiping a bottle before Sanji blinks out of his stupor.
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puppetmaster13u · 6 months ago
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Prompt 317
IMAGINE THIS: Lil baby Damian, bored and being not quite old enough to start learning how to use proper weapons (curse these wooden ones, he wants true steel!) is wandering the base. This is not out of the ordinary, he’s the prince after all. What is out of the ordinary is that his shadow, his Akhi, is not here. 
Technically, he should be napping, but he woke up and neither his mother or his brother- who is quiet but gentle and isn’t a good speaker (mother said it was from a head injury)- is there. Which is how he finds his way to the Pit, which he’s not supposed to be at. Or at least not alone. 
But! His mother and Akhi are there! And- and Akhi is screaming and he’s never heard him scream like that, like he’s in agony- His eyes are green- they were blue, had, had Mother placed him in the Waters- 
And then the pool is bubbling- he should be running away, get assistance or something, he’s five, he shouldn’t be running towards it when everything is screaming to flee. But one moment he’s at the doorway, the next he’s clinging to his akhi as something writhes in the Pit, a mighty bellow echoing even as the Shadows take defensive positions. 
The water cascades, laps at their feet, splashes everywhere as a scaled form rises from the depths, wings like a bloodied sunset spreading as fur bursts into flames. Crimson eyes glare down at them all, pupils slits as they bare down at his Akhi. 
The creature- the dragon- dips its head down, its breath warm as it chuffs at his akhi, wings folding as though it is bowing. His akhi is clinging to Mother, shivering, several scars glowing as they fade and a burst of hair burned white. 
Oh. 
Oh.
@fairy-lights-and-blobs @f4nd0m-fun @hdgnj @radiance1 pspspspsps
#DCxDP#DPxDC#Prompts#Ghosts are Dragons#Or at least Halfas are#Let Jason & Damian be brothers#Jordan looking at Jason: This lil shit is my partner in this world? Damn could be worse#Danny wriggling from the pool & climbing up Damian’s back: My Partner >:D#Ellie bouncing through the caves to Respawn & dragging him into the room: My partner :)#Ras honestly kind of shrugs because ‘well they were chosen by the pits so hi extra grandsons he supposes#Ras turning to giant dragon Vlad & giving scritches: What do I do with two wholeass new grandchildren#Jazz the sea dragon sprawled behind Dusan & playing chess with him:#Does Bruce even know about the fact Ras has a giant fuck-you dragon? Who knows#He sure wasn’t expecting his son (EXCUSE HIM HE HAS A SON?!) to have a dragonet#Hood with big sun dragon behind him: >8)#Sun Core Dan#Ocean Core Jazz#Space Core Danny#Moon Core Ellie#They’re having fun with this httyd vibes honestly#Redeemed Vlad#Sort of- morally gray & complex Vlad & co#It’s similar to platonic soulmates but also not#They can share emotions with their chosen#Danny & Ellie are the size of medium dogs but the size of small horses by the time Damian goes to Gotham#Dan is the size of a semi-truck & will slowly get bigger#Jazz? The size of a plane but longer#Vlad is the size of a skyscraper (yes he came to this world first time isn't exactly linear in the realms all the time)#If you want pics of designs they're under the ghosts are dragons tag on my blog#(though haven't designed Jazz yet)
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cj-kenobi · 1 year ago
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a wild otter-wan has appeared!
do you:
- fight! - give him a little pat!
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blendereels · 4 months ago
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If you were to inspect the last remaining octopuses in Stain'd-by-the-Sea, you may be surprised to see that they are entirely black. Their ink is exceptionally dark and incredibly staining. As the octopus population has shrank and been pushed into smaller pools, the same few schools of octopi have been used for their ink, becoming gradually darker.
Stain'd octopuses were named after the town closest to their habitat rather than their discoloration, which is a recent development. The Stain'd octopuses that still live in the sea have retained their ability to change colors.
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morrigan-sims · 2 months ago
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“I should have known that it was only a matter of time before she found me again. I’ll end up dead, or back in her hold. I can’t decide which is worse.”
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theguffbin · 2 years ago
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Tears of the Kingdom has claimed my free time and attention for almost the past 4 days and counting... It's incredible :')
Like BotW was already a special experience for me and this feels like I'm reliving it all over again 💚💙
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lovesodeepandwideandwell · 4 months ago
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Off to the beach and everything is horrible but also? Everything is blessed
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razzle-zazzle · 3 months ago
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have you ever thought about Movieverse Cole?
(Like headcanons and stuff, sorry if I’m unclear)
I don't think about him or the other movie ninja all that often but I do think he's very neat :]
Also I cannot believe I never made an AU where I crossed over the Show and Movie, how did I never do that during my original hyperfixation, what the fuck is wrong with me—
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manawari · 4 months ago
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In which fire hates the water, there is a tiger who is fond of it.
Choi Jong-in was not a big fan of the sea.
Ironic how he, a fire mage, was vulnerable to water like his element. It was a reminder of that one fateful day which had forever altered his perception of the ocean — beautiful and majestic, yet harbored an underlying power that could pull one down, never to resurface. To him, 'breathtaking' had a different definition. Under the waves, not a single sound could be heard, only the relentless splashes of the current against his body and the ripples ascending through the water, born from his helpless, silent cries for help.
He couldn't remember what happened next. . . The next thing he knew was that he woke up in a hospital bed, confused on his surroundings with his mother wailing next to him.
Long before dungeons had become a major threat in life, there was the sea. Jong-in already met death in the brusque waves rather than the gaze of a monster.
What am I even doing here? Jong-in questioned himself as he stood in the shore, a vast sight of the sea stretched out to the horizon. The waves gently lapped over the sand, soaking them under as it retreated to the sea. His red locks bounced at the cold breeze of the wind, wafting a salty scent to his nose, along with the whispers from the the foamy waves.
He told himself that he would take a long drive to ease his thoughts, not knowing he would end up in an empty beach. . . Perhaps it had been years since he found himself in one. Young Choi Jong-in had sworn to himself to never come back to the place where his life was almost taken away.
He took a small step forward. His breath quivered when the wave touched the tip of his shoe. Jong-in pulled his foot away and sighed, realizing that the wound was still there.
"Mr. Choi."
The mage turned over his shoulder, widening his eyes at the unexpected presence. "Mr. Baek."
"Never thought I'd see you in such a place," said Baek Yoon-ho. "If you don't mind me asking— why are you here?"
"Nothing. I just want to take a breather." Jong-in answered. "Guild has been exhausting for the past few days."
"It's a surprise that you admitted it. It seems you never left your office at all unless it's urgent."
"You always have a sharp eye on details, haven't you? While it is true, it's—" his grin fell, diverting his eyes to the endless horizon. The sun was already gone, but its remains blazed throughout the clear sky, pigments of orange lingered beneath the blue and purple hues. "Honestly, I don't why I was even here. I saw the waves while I was driving past, then a sudden drift of memories flushed over me."
"So, you have been to the sea before?"
"I'm afraid I have," said Jong-in. "However, it was not a pleasant memory. The last one, at least. But the happiest ones had been long buried and the worst one stayed."
Yoon-ho's footsteps rustled against the sand, making his way to his fellow guild master's side. The hunter's lips curved into a smile as he glanced at the sea, appreciating the magnificent sight — it was as if the water and the sky finally met, mirroring each other with their splendid exteriors. If the sky had clouds, the sea had corals or stones.
"Beautiful, isn't it? People would come here and enjoy the waves, swimming to their delight." Yoon-ho said. "It had been a while since I've been here. I remember myself swimming with my grandparents at the lake near their house."
"You have pleasant memories there, Mr. Baek," Jong-in smiled. "It's good that you still remember those things. I cannot even remember all of mine because of one worst event."
Yoon-ho frowned. "What was it, then?"
Jong-in sighed, stashing his hands into his pockets. He debated for a moment on whether or not he must reveal one of his deepest demons to his longtime rival. No. . . 'Rival' should not the correct term when part of him wished to tell a story he had never told anyone, not even Hae-in. But Yoon-ho always had an ear for everything, willing to listen to anything a person had to say; it gave Jong-in a bit of confidence and reassurance that he could open up.
Besides, it was not Yoon-ho's forte to judge somebody.
Jong-in shook his head. No. He chastised himself. You can't just simply tell him, Jong-in. Are you out of your mind?
"It's. . . None of your business." That was what he said instead. His eyes fell on the sand.
Yoon-ho stared at him for a moment and shrugged. "Fine, if you say so."
As Jong-in proceeded to watch the waves lap over the shore, no longer touching the tips of his shoes, he heard another shuffle next to him. At first, he elected to ignore it. Until the sound of water sploshing arose in the air, causing him to lift his gaze and catch Yoon-ho wading across the water with the cuffs of his pants scrunched up to the bottom of his kneecaps. His shoes were abandoned at the shore, along with his discarded blazer. Yoon-ho met the hunter's baffled gaze over his shoulder and flashed him a grin.
"Care to join me, Jong-in?" He spoke his first name, tossing the sense of honorifics away.
"I. . . " Jong-in hesitated, taking another step backward. "I don't want to."
His heart began pounding against his chest.
No, not the sea again—
"It's not like we are going to stand far. Just where we can feel the wave against our legs." Yoon-ho flashed him an odd look. "Why do you look so terrified?"
I am? Jong-in wondered, failing to notice his expression. He cleared his throat and kept a steady tone. "Forget it. I'll just stay here and watch."
"Ah, that's no fun," Yoon-ho frowned. "Come on, just because you have flames as a power doesn't mean you'll be vulnerable to the water as well. It won't affect the way you are."
"Exactly! But my powers have nothing to do with it. I have my own reasons to stay out of the currents, Yoon-ho. No matter how beautiful it seems, there is always a darker side under it. You can never guarantee of what your fate is going to be or where you will end up!"
Yoon-ho gritted his teeth, then he strode toward him. Before Jong-in even knew it, he had been swept from the ground and Yoon-ho kept his arm under his legs, pressing it together to prevent them from squirming. Jong-in immediately wrapped his arms around his neck, burying his nails against the fabric of the white shirt, whimpering in terror at being surrounded by the water and protesting at the S-Rank to bring him back to the land.
"Don't worry," Yoon-ho whispered. "I got you."
Jong-in's grip on him loosened a little, finding himself relaxed on the hunter's tone and the vibrations that went along in his chest. A soothing sensation. He pursed his lips and let his head rest on the juncture between Yoon-ho's neck and shoulder.
"I almost died. . . " He murmured. "I was playing around the stones as a child when I suddenly slipped and plunged into the deep water. I could not scream for help as it was too late, the currents were already pulling me down, and all I thought of was how I felt it was my end. I was going to die—" His chest let out a pang, causing his voice to quiver. Jong-in swallowed and took a deep breath.
"Jong-in. . . "
"Please. . . Put me back as I don't wish to experience it again." Jong-in sniffled silently. "I am not brave enough for it yet."
"I believe you can," there was a hint of smile in Yoon-ho's voice. "You got scarred for life because you thought that no one would reach their hand to save you. But they did. You survived."
"That doesn't take away the pain I felt, Yoon-ho."
He chuckled. "I know. However, I think it's time to bury that pain of yours and conquer your fear at last. After all, we don't have a long time in this place, so why don't we make the best of it?"
"No."
"Seriously? Jong-in, you may be as well getting comfortable with me holding you, but—"
"Fine!" Jong-in exclaimed. His cheeks flushed at the statement. Was he truly getting too comfortable with being in Yoon-ho's arms? Sure, the warmth radiated in his body was warmer than his own, and Jong-in couldn't help but feel secured within such mascular arms that had also been known for bringing serious damages.
He chose to believe otherwise.
Then, Yoon-ho brought him back to the shore where he lowered before him, touching his shoe while his other hand was holding the back of his leg. Jong-in obliged and raised his foot to let the hunter peel it off, followed by his sock. Yoon-ho repeated the same process to the other foot until Jong-in felt a surge of hotness beneath his bare feet.
His breath drew back at the sensation, as well as the sand prickling his skin. Yoon-ho folded the cuffs of his pants to the bottom of his kneecaps and then he ascended, offering his hand to Jong-in. The tenderness in his face was unmistakable, even as the gust of wind toyed with his hair, sweeping it back and forth while he stood beneath the vast, darkening shroud of evening in the sky. Mustering his courage, the fire mage accepted his hand and Yoon-ho slowly began to lead him to the water.
Choi Jong-in inhaled sharply as the waves touched his feet, creeping up to his ankles before another surge crashed in. Instinctively, his hand shot out, gripping Yoon-ho's wrist with a desperate intensity, as if holding on for dear life. The wind howled around him, whipping his jacket with a fierce force, and a deep chill seeped through his veins. Vivid images flashed before his eyes— slick stones underneath his feet as the waves battered the surface, completely unaware of what came afterward.
His mind was still tainted by it. Physically, he recovered. Emotionally, he was scarred. While everyone found solace in the sight of beaches, Jong-in found misery.
"Jong-in!"
His eyes flung open, turning up to meet Yoon-ho's. The hunter looked down on him
"It's okay!" He said. "I got you, don't worry. You don't have to be afraid. . . "
"Yoon-ho. . . " Jong-in's voice cracked. "Please, don't let me go."
Yoon-ho was now holding both of his hands, squeezing them with his thumbs rubbing the skin in circles. "I won't." He promised. "Take deep breaths. You're going to be okay. Try to feel the water as it's not going to pull you down. . . As long as you're holding onto me, you got it?"
Jong-in nodded. "How— how can you be sure that this is going to help?"
"I didn't say this is supposed to help you. At least, not immediately. But you made your first step!" Yoon-ho told him. "So, how are you feeling?"
"Cold," Jong-in grumbled. "Just like when I was drowning."
Yoon-ho clicked his tongue in disapproval. "Is that really the thing you thought of?"
"Well, if you almost drowned in such a young age and the memory haunts you forever, you'd understand!"
"Aish. . . " Yoon-ho sighed in defeat. He took a few steps back, stretching the distance between them while keeping their hands intact together. Jong-in squeezed them tighter. "Feel the moment, Jong-in! Look around! Pleasing, is it not?"
Jong-in forced himself to look around, catching glimpses of the sea and sky, now darkened in unison. The waves moved in a steady, harmonic rhythm, echoing the quiet song of birds that whispered through the chilly air. Specks of light glistened from the distance, sending a slight ache in his heart, realizing how he had stayed longer in the place than he should've.
I should go back. I have work. The voice spoke from the back of his mind.
However, Yoon-ho's words dawned on him. Feel the moment. Jong-in harbored a grudge against the sea, blaming it for almost taking his life in such a pure age, hating it for having no mercy; he lost the fondness he once had for the sea, clouding the beauty he wished to perceive.
But he was still standing. . . He could still feel the earth beneath his feet as the water surged through his bare legs.
Even then, Yoon-ho's hands had kept him more grounded instead. Jong-in found breathing easier, knowing someone was there to hold him, not letting go as he wanted.
The edges of his lips curled into a smile, returning his gaze to Yoon-ho. Jong-in stepped forward until he was closer to him, an enough proximity to stand on his tiptoes and engulf his arms around the hunter's neck, exhaling into the broad chest, feeling the reverberations of his heartbeat.
Yoon-ho told him to feel the moment. And Jong-in did.
For once, his fears drifted away. Those haunting memories were no longer as vivid, instead it had been replaced with the time his parents had first brought him to the beach, giggling at the contact of the waves which had quickly stolen his heart.
Yoon-ho embraced his frame with his arms around his waist, pulling him closer. Jong-in felt secured, safe in the arms of his favorite person rival.
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undefeatablesin · 1 year ago
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Old sketch of Pre-Yharnam Ruza that I finished and forgot to post ✨️
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peppermintstarsonamintyway · 9 months ago
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Spent a few minutes (more like an hour or two) doodling, mostly Marbled Chocolate! With some other people's ocs and Weeping Angel as well- Black Pudding Cookie (third image) by @c00kietin!
Otter Pup Cookie (fourth image) by @cornkernelcorp!
Red Crayfish Cookie (fifth image) by @shipovnikk!
Go look all them n stuff they're funky people :thumbsup:
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thalassoph0bia · 7 months ago
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open ocean
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yardsards · 1 year ago
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does anyone else have like, a pair of songs that despite being by different artists are kinda like sisters in your mind?
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sachermorte · 8 months ago
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everything is cursed until your friend delivers unto you a hand-crocheted cabled sweater that looks fantastic on you and is oh so warm and the collar was double-layered to keep you cozy against the wind. and then the love is eternal. or whatever
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